5 in your lives you must think and act like Christ Jesus.
6 Christ himself was like God in
But he did not think that being equal
With God was something to be used
For his own benefit.
7 But he gave up his place with God
And made himself nothing.
He was born as a man
And became like a servant.
8 And when he was living as a man,
He humbled himself and was fully
Obedient to God,
Even when that caused his death—
Death on a cross.
9 So God raised him to the highest place.
God made his name greater than any other name.
10 so that every knee will bow to the name—
Everyone in heaven, on earth, and
11 and everyone will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord
And bring glory to God the Father.
- went to church with Faithy and Lauryn. It was fine arts Sunday everyone did such a wonderful job. I was so prou of all of them! On the way home we stopped at starbucks. Iced awake tea latte was my drink of choice … Perfection :)
- when we got home it was time to set up for the beautiful Kara Myers surprise baby shower. Everything looked beautiful thanks to wonderful, talented, amazing, visionary Beth Grinspoon. All the ladies from work came and Kara was so surprised. Mission accomplished. I’m so blessed to have those ladies in my life they are all so wonderful and beautiful and unique gifts to me in so many ways.
- after the shower, Grammy and pop pop came over for dinner. It’s like … Could they get any more adorable? The answer is NO! it’s always so lovely to spend time with them and catch up. I really love them a lot. They mean the world to me.
- Jordy and Terrell came over. Basically my two favorite friends on the planet. We played board games with mom, dad, faith, and lauryn. We baked cookies, we watched old episodes of SNL. And we are having a slumber party. I can’t remember when I last laughed so hard.
I can see the sun setting, it’s casting shadows on the sea. I can see the sun, it’s setting. It’s getter colder, starting to freeze. What makes a man want to break a heart with ease? I think I know. Well, I think I might know.
You remind me of home The paint cracks when the water leaks From the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet You remind me of home The heater’s warm but fills the room With a potpourri of dust and gas fumes
You remind me of home A broken bed with dirty sheets That creaks when I am shifting in my sleep You remind me of home In a suburban town with nothing to do Patiently waiting for something to happen
But the foundation is crumbling And becoming one with the ground While you lay there in slumber You’re wasting your life, wasting your life You’re wasting your life, wasting your life You’re wasting your life, wasting your life Wasting your life, wasting your life
You remind me of home Sitting on a thrift store couch I’m trying to get this all down
“He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about… like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via sleepinginthesnow